Posted on 05/26/2016 4:13:07 AM PDT by Daffynition
AUGUSTA, Maine Documents show an Appalachian Trail hiker whose remains were found last year in Maine survived at least 26 days after getting lost.
During that time, her texts went undelivered because of poor cell reception.
The Boston Globe reports Geraldine Largay kept a journal in which she acknowledged that she expected to die and that it might be years before her remains were found.
(Excerpt) Read more at wmtw.com ...
If you are going into the woods you need to have some basic skills, at least to signal with.
Or a good $200 rescue beacon that doesn't need a cell phone tower.
E-pirb, Agree 100%.
They work everywhere.
I am 65 and a few weeks ago I was looking at some northern bush property. It was only 30 acres, roads on three sides and a ravine to the north. I had a map of it in my head. We were never more than 300-400 yards from a road if you went in one direction. However, no cell phone coverage. I took my fit 25 year old daughter (an ER nurse)and matches. At the insistence of my bush wise buddy we each had a whistle and a walkie and never lost sight of each other.
Best laugh all day-—I had forgotten about him.
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In cases like this, I want to know if their remains are found together with paper maps and compass, or not?
You should always know where you are, and the way out to help/safety.
I wonder why she didn’t mark her route when she first left the trail? Carry a ball of rope or twine and tie it to a tree along the trail before leaving the trail, or break twigs and leave other marks along the way off trail (or both).
My daughter and I drove to Death Valley in my 4 wheel drive truck several years ago. We were miles off the pavement. I stopped and turned off the truck and opened the windows.
I turned to my daughter and said, “you understand why I brought the water, tent, compass and radio?”
I think that was the fastest “prep before you go out” lesson I could have taught her.
I’ve been up in Rangley a bunch of times. Yes, it is pretty primitive. Which is why it kills the unprepared.
The other time I went, we were the only people there.
I know people use the term “awesome” these days to describe a good milkshake. But this was awesome in the literal meaning of the word. Walking out onto the lakebed and just being able to look around for miles and be so alone....my jaw just dropped open a little.
It’s one of those experiences that you try to repeat in your life. But it never quite gets there. I liked it better than the fat tourist Grand Canyon.
Excellent!
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